


Some Unholy War

by omelet



Category: Greek and Roman Mythology
Genre: F/M, au where persephone captures hades basically, au where the greek gods just bicker and fight harmlessly
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2014-01-17
Updated: 2014-01-17
Packaged: 2018-01-09 01:15:20
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,148
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1139702
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/omelet/pseuds/omelet
Summary: <blockquote class="userstuff">
              <p>Of course. The one day he decides to go above ground on his own volition, someone is raring to catch him.</p>
            </blockquote>





	Some Unholy War

**Author's Note:**

> Came about from this post http://hawk-and-handsaw.tumblr.com/post/69317753644/reverse-hades-persephone-where-the-young-daughter and made some changes.
> 
> Very inaccurate probably. I am very out of place here. But I dunno, guys. I thought it was a good idea for me to write this, at the time. 
> 
> I had fun though. Hope you enjoy it too!

Hades doesn't really leave the underworld, unless his idiot brother calls for him. Even then, he ignores him for as long as possible, uninterested in whatever petty squabbles the gods are having over who defiled whose temple or who stole whose sacred staff of whatever or who Zeus slept with _again_.

So, no, the realm above the underworld does not have much appeal to him. He's content with sitting on his throne, receiving the dead, far away from all the complicated politics and entanglements his troublesome brothers and sisters tend to engage themselves in. There is nothing he lacks, nothing he desires that he cannot find here.

"A consort?" Hades echoes incredulously as he stands with Charon by the river Styx, stopping for a short chat with the ferryman before the both of them have to return to their respective duties.

Charon nods, his bones rattling with the movement. "Haven't you considered it?"

A consort. He scoffs at the idea. 

"I have no need for a companion," Hades replies, staring into the depths of the Styx. "I rule this place on my own just fine."

Charon bows his head as if in agreement, though Hades suspects he may just be humoring him. "It is simply something I observed during my many years of ferrying the dead," he says, "as well as my conversations with Hermes. Even the gods have their dalliances."

"And look where those got them." He scoffs again. "Demigods who end up defying them, wreaking havoc, and sending more souls to me in their quest for recognition."

"Ah, but while the god have made their mistakes, you cannot deny that there have been mortals who have come," he pauses, then adds, "foolishly, of course, to the underworld with the intent of reclaiming their loved ones."

Hades hums. "Indeed, there have been a few." He had turned them away, had them dragged back to the world of the living. They had no place in his domain.

Charon's bones clatter quietly as he glances up the river before moving to pick up his oar. It's time for him to return to the mouth of the river. "Doesn't it make you wonder what it is that gives these small humans the courage to venture here, to face even you, the fearsome god of the underworld himself?"

"'Love', isn't it?" Hades calls, almost boredly, as Charon climbs onto the boat. "Just a weakness of the heart."

Charon turns to him with his hollow eyes. "Perhaps."

"You think otherwise?"

Charon bows his head again. "I only think of what is in your best interest."

He watches Charon makes his way back up the river as he muses upon Charon's words. Loneliness, love. Those words mean nothing to him. He is no stronger or weaker for feeling neither.

"Perhaps," Hades repeats, this time, unsure.

The surface of the Styx shimmers. Silently, he turns and walks toward the stables, to his chariot.

-

He is used to the dark and dank, the oppressive silence and the faraway echoes of suffering and pain from Tartarus, but that doesn't necessarily mean he enjoys it. He did not ask for the underworld, after all. The world above ground is bright and colorful, an annoyance to his vision, at worst, but he can appreciate it, especially when he's not just passing through to get to an inane meeting with his brother.

He does not dare touch down on the ground, not keen on causing a panic. Meeting Hades may be an inevitability for every human in the world, but he does not begrudge humanity for hoping to never see his face until their time comes. So he roams, far above the farms and small villages, temples and palaces. It's not terribly interesting, watching mortals go about their day, but it's relaxing in its mundaneness. He sets the reins down, allowing his horses to wander as they please.

This is his first mistake.

Eventually, his horses lead him over a vast field, lush and vibrant with plant life, almost impossibly so. It must be the work of a god, he thinks. Demeter, most likely. Not the least bit inclined to confirm if it is her doing, he allows his horses to continue their path over the field as he looks elsewhere.

This is his second mistake.

It's then when he notices a scent wafting in the air, sweet and alluring. Before he can do anything, his horses catch the scent as well, judging by the way they slow down, their heads turning left and right as their nostrils flare. They gradually begin to descend, toward the field and toward the scent. Picking up the reins, Hades pulls, trying to lead the chariot away, to keep from getting any closer, but the horses whinny and neigh, refusing to obey. With a short huff, he lets go of the reins. As feared as his horses are, they are still horses, in the end. Though it's unusual for them to be so stubborn, he has a more pressing matter at hand, diverting his effort to thinking of a way to get Demeter to let him be on his way as quickly as possible. The woman has a temper and knows how to nag.

Touching down in a small clearing, the horses immediately set on burying their faces in whatever mysterious plant was emitting the scent. Hades, on the other hand, takes in his surroundings, noting the alarming variety of flowers. There's patches of pansies, honeysuckle and chrysanthemums, irises of all colors and orchids poking out to greet him, with a few squashes and pumpkins scattered amongst them. It's almost whimsical, the whole arrangement. There's hardly any order, much less any sense for them to be here all together. He eyes the towering sunflowers and stalks of corn surrounding him with suspicion. Now that he thinks about it, Demeter is hardly the type to grow a field like this, one that is more for aesthetics than utility.

He steps off the chariot.

This is his third mistake. 

As soon as his feet touch the ground, vines emerge from the carpet of flowers like snakes, winding around his wrists and ankles and tightening like shackles. He takes one look at the vines, pulls experimentally, and sighs, knowing better than to try to struggle. A trap. Of course. The one day he decides to go above ground on his own volition, someone is raring to catch him.

The sunflowers stir. He listens to the rustling leaves, waiting for his captor to emerge. Perhaps it's a mortal who's got their hands on some magical artifact, intending to hold him hostage until he agrees to release a soul from the underworld? _I have to admit_ , he thinks as he looks down and tugs halfheartedly at his bindings again, _this is one of the more well-thought out plans_.

"Wow, that actually worked!"

Hades looks up.

This is his fourth and final mistake.

For a moment, all he sees is a silhouette, his eyes blinded by the sunlight shining directly down at him. Blinking slowly a few more times, his vision adjusts as the silhouette steps closer, their features gradually growing clearer. 

Or rather, her features.

He doesn't remember her, at first, - the newer gods don't mean much to him in the underworld -, until she smiles, genuine and fearless.

"Persephone."

Persephone reaches out to pluck at the vines binding his wrist. They bend and curl around her thin dainty fingers like fawning cats. "I caught you," she looks up at him through long eyelashes, her wild hair framing her rosy cheeks, glowing with pride, "Hades."

Persephone, the goddess of vegetation. Demeter's creation. She's just as vibrant as she was when he first saw her, when she was first created, brimming with lively radiance, impossibly brighter than everything he's seen in this world.

And she is his captor.

Unsure of what to think of her yet, he keeps his eyes on her as she circles him, tapping her chin with a rather smug expression. "Very good, Persephone," Hades commends without sarcasm. It is a known fact that his horses are impossible to catch; but luring them to her field and then ensnaring their rider once he's close enough, it's really quite clever. "Now, if you would kindly let me go."

She pauses in front of him, clicking her tongue. "Ah well, that would defeat the purpose of me capturing you, wouldn't it?" Her lips curve into a sly smile as she taps his chest with her finger. "I've captured you, so I get to keep you."

Hades stares down at her, unable to respond to her bold assumption. He's quite sure she doesn't have any authority over any god - and if she did, certainly not over him - nor does she have the power to trap him here.

He pulls a little harder at the vines. They pull back and go rigid in response, anchoring him in place. Well, maybe she does have the power, but not the authority, surely.

"You can't keep me here," he tells her as she sprinkles grass on him. 

She smiles wide and raises her chin, the sunlight in her eyes dancing with mischief. "Watch me."

-

She keeps him there. 

He has been released from his bindings but it makes no difference; the wall of corn and sunflowers cannot be breached and it seems like the scent that had lured his horses has also weakened his own power, preventing him from returning to the underworld. He supposes he could try to threaten her, but there isn't much he can threaten her with and it's clear that she doesn't fear him. Besides, it wouldn't be a wise decision, seeing as how he is in her domain. 

There are worse things that could have happened. Some half-god human could have demanded that he give him Cerberus. Someone could have captured him with the intent of making a mess of the underworld while he was gone. It could have been Zeus who found him.

"You don't come around here a lot," Persephone points out as she digs her bare heels into the loamy ground and yanks a number of carrots out, one by one, rubbing the dirt off of them with the edge of her robes before tossing them in a basket, intending to feed his horses with them. It's really quite embarrassing, the great steeds of the underworld acting so ordinary and submissive. First, they get him into this mess and now they're snorting happily into the hand of who led them there.

"I try not to," Hades says bluntly as he examines a pomegranate from his own feeding basket.

Persephone returns to her spot on the ground, sitting across from him. She motions for him to sit with her and he obliges, seeing no reason not to. As he settles in, Persephone produces a long stemmed lily and reaches over to place it around his neck. He tries to shrug it off but somehow it is seemingly adamant on clinging to him. "People are afraid of you," she says, more a statement than a question, as she leans forward to brush stray blades of grass off his shoulders.

"I'd imagine so, seeing as how I'm the ruler of the underworld," he says dryly, sitting absolutely still as her hands adjust the lily before moving to straighten out his robes as well. Her hands brush against his neck. They are warm.

She pauses, taking a moment to look at him. "I've heard a lot of different stories about you."

Ah yes. Judging by the reactions of the souls who see him in the underworld, the rumors about him are as plentiful as ever. He still receives sacrifices from those who seem to think he'll go around killing people they don't like for a sheep or two. Even his popularity among the gods is divisive, though he's quite sure it's skewed toward the negative. "You don't believe the stories."

Persephone shrugs. "You're never around to set the record straight."

Hades lets out a sardonic laugh to cover his surprise. "Fairness, now that's something you don't see every day in a god." 

"Well, you are different from what they say," she says. She doesn't sound surprised. "You're not scary or cruel. Maybe a little gloomy and reserved, but certainly not morbid."

A compliment, or something like it. He's never really received one of those. He doesn't quite know what to do with it.

Thankfully, Persephone continues. "Besides, it's not like you kill people." She frowns, more out of annoyance than sadness on his behalf.

He quirks a grin. "Not many people make that distinction."

Persephone cocks her head, her hair tumbling down her shoulders. "Doesn't it make you feel lonely?" She asks suddenly, sounding genuinely curious. "Being down there by yourself."

There it is again. Loneliness. "I don't have time to feel lonely," he replies flatly, mildly annoyed. "I'm often busy doing my duties, which you're currently keeping me from."

She smiles despite his grim expression. "I'm sure everyone would be happy to hear that their punishment is postponed while you're away."

Again, he can't really argue with that. For a while, they look at each other, Persephone watching his every move with keen interest, Hades looking back at her carefully.

He has never been one to ask questions, but for the first time in a long time, he finds himself curious.

"Do you feel lonely?"

Persephone blinks, her smile faltering. For a moment, she loses a bit of her youthful exuberance, her expression suddenly a little pensive. "I have people who rely on me," she answers, almost uncertainly. "I have my plants and my fields to tend to." She brightens with a stilted laugh. "I don't have the time to feel lonely either. I guess we're a little of the same."

_Maybe_ , he thinks.

Her fingers are still curled around the edges of his robes, like she's afraid he's going to leave.

-

There's something about all this nature that's making him feel compliant and relaxed. He can say with absolute certainty that the lily around his neck is sentient. It would be alarming if he still had the capacity to feel panic.

Hades thinks Persephone is trying to improve his mood by changing the flowers that grow around him each day. "Could you at least give me some deathbells?" He grunts, glaring at the cheerful daisies and lilacs sprouting around him today. "Hydrangeas, oleander. I'll even take marigolds."

Persephone meets his withering glare with a cheeky grin and pointedly waters all the flowers around him. They seem to grow and multiply almost immediately. His ever stalwart lily tickles his cheek, like it's teasing him.

No, not trying to improve his mood, he thinks as she laughs and laughs, presumably at the displeased look that is undoubtedly on his face. This is all entertainment for her. And people call him cruel.

He figures someone will come for him eventually. Hopefully.

-

For the most part, he is left to his own devices when she goes away to fulfill her duties, not without leaving him with a basket of fruits and vegetables and these oddly lively flowers as his companions. He wouldn't mind them so much if they didn't look like they were mocking him as they swayed in the breeze. But she is not usually gone for long, though it appears that she rushes through her duties to keep him from being alone for too long, often bursting through the wall, breathless like she ran the whole way back.

"So what's it like in the underworld?"

Hades looks up to see that Persephone has returned from a day's work in the fields, stalks of wheat and bits of hay still sticking out of her long hair, and without missing a beat, gone straight into a conversation. His horses stir upon seeing her and barely a few seconds later, bushels of hay appear before them. He feels like he should tell her to stop spoiling them but she probably wouldn't listen anyway.

"It is what it is," he replies as he watches Persephone try to shake everything out of her hair like a dog shaking water out of its coat. "People tend to think that it is all darkness and suffering, but the underworld has its own sort of diversity."

Persephone plops down on the edge of his chariot, her hair in complete disarray as she huffs and picks the bits out of her hair by hand. "I've always wanted to go." 

"Hmph, you may be the first god to say that."

"You don't like it there?"

He shrugs. "It's better for me to be there than anyone else, as far as managing the underworld, I figure. Humankind may be fallible by nature, but I see no point in condemning all of them to eternal suffering for it, though most humans tend to think I do. Other gods probably would not see it that way."

Persephone glances up at Hades, a small smile on her lips. "Could you imagine Hera being put in charge of the underworld?"

"She would send everyone to Tartarus," he mutters, scowling at the mere thought. He's already annoyed enough with receiving an ever-growing list of names and descriptions of punishments from Hera on an alarmingly frequent basis. "It would be chaos. And she would be the one to send them to the underworld in the first place."

Persephone snorts before erupting in a fit of giggles. "Well, I hope I get to see this nice orderly underworld before something terrible happens to it," she says, smiling faintly, before falling silent, her fingers absently running through her hair over and over.

He thinks of her and her plants, how she coaxes flowers out of the ground and greets them with a smile, how fruits and vegetables are sweeter and more plentiful when grown in her fields. He thinks of her curiosity and wonders what would grow beneath her feet if she could go to the underworld. "You would like it there," he agrees, holding his hand out to a growing bunch of tulips. One rises to meet him, fitting in his palm.

"Do you miss it?"

Hades blinks before turning to look at her. Persephone is looking away from him, her hands sitting in her lap even though she still has wheat and hay in her hair.

"Do you miss the underworld?"

It has been a month since he has been away. The underworld is his home and he has ruled over it for nearly his entire existence but he doesn't miss it in the way he thinks she means. "I am needed there, just as the underworld is needed for the rest of the world," he answers carefully.

"If you could," her voice is quiet, "would you leave it?"

Her hair hides her face but he has spent enough time around souls to learn empathy. He moves to stand beside her, reaching out to carefully extract the remaining bits of hay and wheat from her hair. Her hair is impossibly soft.

"I suppose I am a necessary evil, just as you are a necessary good," he says, his fingers brushing against her warm cheek. "My place is in the underworld, whether I like it or not, and yours is here."

Persephone is silent for a long while, her hands clasped in her lap. Hades looks at her curiously. It's unusual for her to be so quiet.

After a few passing seconds, she leans into his hand, sighing as if in defeat. "I know."

He thinks about his domain, the underworld where he helps every soul that passes to get to where they belong, where he makes sure that everything is in order, that the rules are followed, that the dead remain dead and the living stay out. He thinks about Persephone and hers, this plot of land where she grows foods for the people who rely on her, where she helps them not only survive but thrive, where she lies among her flowers.

He thinks about necessity. He thinks about empathy.

He thinks about loneliness. 

-

Persephone tells him about her flowers and he tells her about the underworld. She tells him how they grow, what they do, how to speak with them. He tells her about the rivers and the fields (she finds them fascinating and wonders about what can grow there), about Charon and Cerberus (she is determined to meet them), about the meddling people who like to try to break the rules and take things from the underworld (she smiles at that). She is an attentive listener for someone who is so lively and energetic. He finds that he enjoys her company, even though sometimes he ends up with overzealous crocuses prodding at his face or covered with ivy.

It is Hermes who arrives, two months into his imprisonment, probably tipped off by Charon about his disappearance. He makes his entrance by stumbling through the flower walls of Hades's prison, lemon blossoms and heather clinging to him, before stopping short upon seeing Persephone making flower crowns and Hades with one already on his head.

"Uh, Hades, I -," Hermes manages weakly after a minute of deep confusion, struggling to find the right words. "Charon said - w-what's going on here?"

"Persephone has imprisoned me here," Hades explains simply as Persephone adjusts the crown of clovers and daffodils on his head. "I cannot escape and she will not let me go."

Hermes seems to be at a loss. Understandable, seeing as how this field of flowers hardly looks like a prison. The jailer of said prison pays him no heed. Truthfully, Hades finds it very amusing.

"P-Persephone," Hermes stammers, half-baffled, half-amazed, "you can't just capture Hades and keep him here."

She raises an eyebrow at him, unimpressed. "I can and I did. What are you going to do about it?"

Hades feels an unnatural warmth in his chest as Hermes fumbles with his words a little while longer, his eyes darting between the two of them, before scampering off, muttering something about consulting Zeus. When the rustling fades away, Persephone turns to look at Hades, before bursting into laughter, wiping tears from her eyes as she gasps, "Did you - oh Hades, did you see his _face_?" He smiles to himself as she regains her bearings, shaking her head with a huff of laughter before returning to her work.

Persephone. She's different, he decides.

Before she finishes off the crown, he hands her a gardenia. Her cheeks are bright red as she weaves it in.

-

"I know that this isn't going to last forever," Persephone says without bitterness, lying on her back and basking in the afternoon sunlight, her hair fanned out around her. Hades looks at her from where he's taking shelter under the shade of an apple tree Persephone grew for him.

"It's unlike you to sound so pessimistic," Hades notes wryly.

Persephone turns her head toward him, wrinkling her nose. "I guess you're rubbing off on me." She sighs, holding up her hand to see the sunlight filtered through her fingers, before her lips curve in a small smile. "You're probably going to feel lonely when you go back."

Hades watches her. "Do you feel lonely?" He asks again, this time, an odd ache arising from his chest.

And this time, she does not smile. "Not since you came here," she finally admits quietly, her eyes fluttering closed.

Persephone has taken to sleeping in his prison, now that she is sure he will be taken away soon. He doesn't do anything except sit beside her, maybe out of habit, maybe to protect her, maybe just to look at her.

He never felt lonely but that doesn't mean he wasn't. Because of Persephone, he has become aware of his solitude, of his detachment, his passivity. 

And because of Persephone, he does not feel those things anymore.

She has made him weak. This is what he would have said, months ago, before he was captured. He never understood humans and their reckless emotions and that made it easy for him to judge them in the scope of the world. A murder was a murder, even if it was done out of love.

But now, he looks at her and he thinks he understands, how men and women could come before him, pale and shaking with fear, and ask in their weak voices for the chance to take back their loved ones, how men and women could come before him with blood on their hands and a love in their hearts and hope for a second chance, how men and women could come before him, having lived happy and fulfilling lives, and still ask for another lifetime.

-

Zeus comes for him, three months after his capture. This time, seeing Zeus is doubly unpleasant. 

"Hades," Zeus greets, grinning at the sight of Hades surrounded by so many flowers. "Doing well, I hope?"

Hades does not grace him with an answer, though it does little to diminish Zeus's naturally easygoing mood.

"I've been informed that you've been," he glances at Persephone, which startles her, "captured." 

Hades nods. "You'll have to negotiate for my release." Beside him, Persephone is gripping the mane of one of his horses tightly. Her fear is understandable; it is not every day Zeus himself makes an appearance to resolve a conflict.

"Well, that won't do." Zeus addresses Persephone with a stern gaze. Hades hates to admit it, but Zeus isn't the fool he always thinks he is. Philanderer or not, he is the god of the gods, the one with most all the authority and power, and can strike fear into the hearts of humans and gods alike. "While capturing the god of the underworld is quite a feat, it is not something easily forgiven, Persephone. If you don't wish to be punished, it is best that you let him go now."

Hades can feel her shaking beside him. Even her flowers shrink with her in anxiety. _Submit_ , he thinks, closing his eyes. _There is nothing -_

"No."

There is a brief silence before Zeus realizes what she's said. "No?" Zeus repeats incredulously. Hades blinks before turning to look at Persephone. She makes no effort to hide her fear, knowing that her power is nothing against Zeus, and yet even as it trembles, her chin is raised high.

Her gaze is desperate, but steady. How many times has he seen that very same expression on a human, he thinks idly.

"Not without getting something in return."

Zeus exchanges a look with Hades, intrigued. "And what is it that you want?"

Persephone straightens, squaring her shoulders, and meets Zeus's eyes. "I want to go to the underworld," her hands clench into fists, "with Hades."

Both Zeus and Hades stare at her before looking back at each other. Zeus looks like he wants to congratulate Hades; Hades just desperately wants him to go away. "Well," Zeus clears his throat, scratching his head, suddenly looking less like a fearsome god and more like a bashful idiot, "as much as I would like to grant you permission, Demeter wouldn't allow it, as you well know, and it certainly wouldn't be good if she were unhappy, as you also well know. People rely on her to survive, Persephone. And you're -"

"A necessary good," she snaps, her voice stronger now. "And you need Hades back in the underworld just as much as I'm needed here."

Using his words against his brother. It's a beautiful thing.

"Isn't there any way you could let me leave?" She beseeches.

Zeus gives her a sympathetic look. "Maybe I could reason with Demeter," Persephone brightens, "but only if you let Hades go, for now." His voice softens. "He's needed back in the underworld, now more than ever, at least until everything is sorted out again." 

Persephone deflates with a frown, falling silent. Hades glances down at her, wondering if he should try to comfort her. 

Zeus turns to Hades. "I'll leave you to uh, 'say your goodbyes' -"

Hades glares darkly. "Get out."

Thankfully, Zeus complies without another word, pricking himself on several rose bushes on his way out.

Sighing, Hades turns to Persephone, who's petting his horses one last time as she secures them to the chariot before turning back to him. She tugs at her robe, smiling sadly. "I guess I really have to let you leave now."

He raises an eyebrow. "No more clever tricks up your sleeve?"

Persephone manages a quiet laugh. "Not this time, unfortunately."

The lily around his neck droops. He carefully pulls it off, holds it in his hand and tucks it away in his robe before climbing onto his chariot. His horses neigh sadly, hitting the ground with their hooves anxiously. Persephone looks up at him, her eyes bright. Her flowers grow and grow but they cannot reach him.

He sighs, his hands holding the reins loosely, overwhelmed with a feeling of emptiness and immensely annoyed with it. Of course, it would be her, fair and clever Persephone with her innocent eyes and sharp smiles and incessant flower growing, who did the impossible and captured the lord of the underworld. Of course it would be her who would make him smile, feel and even do anything at all.

Hades reaches down and touches her cheek. It can't be helped.

"Well, lucky for you," he says, tucking her hair behind her ear, "it turns out I have a few of my own."

With that, he rides away, leaving a carnation behind Persephone's ear and six bright red pomegranate seeds in her palm.

-

It goes without saying that Hades gets a visit from a frantic Hermes soon after returning to the underworld. He is called to meet with the gods to discuss the mess he made by giving Persephone those pomegranate seeds. Demeter is utterly furious at him but because he doesn't show up, Zeus is on the receiving end of her abuse, which is a win in Hades's book.

But ultimately, Zeus concedes and tells Demeter that Persephone will only reside in the underworld for three months of every year, just as how Hades was imprisoned for three months by her. She agrees but she still does her part as the world's most destructively disapproving mother, leaving the earth barren for the duration of Persephone's stay. Thankfully, Persephone makes sure to help people make it through Demeter's tantrum with plentiful harvests when she is home.

"So you did go and find yourself a consort," Charon says as he and Hades watch Persephone play with Cerberus, who wags his tail and bows his three heads to happily greet her.

Hades watches Persephone laugh, loud and carefree, with nightshade and snowdrops poking cautiously up from the barren ground around her feet. "No," he says with a faint smile, as the lily she gave him blooms to life again, "I think I went and became hers."

**Author's Note:**

> I have another thing with this, specifically about Orpheus going to the Underworld. Maybe I'll post it one day.
> 
> Thanks for reading! Feel free to share your thoughts C:


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